On the left side of the Zaojun Temple, about forty or fifty meters away, there is a courtyard with a lot of history.

The courtyard is made of blue bricks, built in the style of a hundred years ago, surrounded by a wall, and has a small gatehouse in front.

"Sir, this should be it. ”

At this time, Li Jing walked to the gatehouse, looked at it and said.

It's just that she is a little unsure, after all, when she followed her uncle, she was not very old, and she only vaguely remembered that she was on the left side of Zaojun Temple.

At that time, it was also dark, and she couldn't see very clearly.

"Xie Fu?"

Feng Qingyan looked up at the gatehouse.

The gatehouse is very old, and the plaque hanging on it is even older, and even the handwriting on it is a little blurry, and it is almost impossible to read.

"The master's surname is Xie, in fact, the so-called private chef is at his home. ”

Li Jing explained that it seemed that she had not come to the wrong place, but she was a little puzzled, why did the master master make himself so depressed because his cooking skills were so good?

Moreover, with the cooking skills and reputation of that master, it is completely possible to take the high-end route. Even, you don't need him to cook it yourself, you only need to hang his name to support a big hotel......

However, more than ten years have passed, and it still seems to be the same.

Of course, that master was once brilliant, perhaps he was old and wanted to live an ordinary life......

"Tuk-tuk—"

At this time, Li Jing walked up a few steps, held the copper ring on the door and knocked lightly.

"Xie Fu...... It won't be Xie Lao, who is known as the god of cooking. Feng Qingyan suddenly remembered the kitchen god more than thirty years ago, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

However, the kitchen god has disappeared for a long time, and the younger generation does not know about it at all, and he has only heard the older generation mention it.

However, the hometown of the kitchen god happens to be in Wu City.

The younger generation may not have heard of the kitchen god, but they have more or less heard of the current kitchen kings, and two of those kitchen kings are disciples of the kitchen god......

"Kitchen God?"

At this time, Li Jing was stunned for a moment and asked, "Sir, you said that the master master was the kitchen god back then?"

"You don't know?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, and then said, "It's just that it's possible. ”

"I didn't specifically inquire, but I only came to my uncle once. Li Jing shook her head and said, "At that time, I didn't care very much, but I just thought that the dishes made by that master were delicious, and there was a very special taste, which made people have endless aftertaste." ”

Then, Li Jing was stunned for a moment and said, "The chef back then's surname is Xie, and his hometown happens to be in Wu City, so it can't be the master, right?" I remember...... At that time, the uncle respected him very much and regarded himself as a junior......"

Li Jing's uncle is the owner of the Li family gate valve in Nanzhou, and his status is very noble, and he can sit on an equal footing with the governor of a state. However, in front of an old man who cooks, he considers himself a junior, which is enough to show that the identity of the old man is not simple.

At this time, Li Jing felt more and more that the master was the kitchen god back then.

It's just that she doesn't understand even more, why did the dignified kitchen god only open a private kitchen here, and it was so ordinary? You know, since the retirement of the kitchen god Xie, no one dares to call the kitchen god anymore.

"Is that really the one?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, then smiled and said, "In this way, we have a good mouth." ”

"Tuk-tuk—"

Li Jing knocked again, but after a few minutes, no one came to open the door, and then said, "No one?"

At this time, she was stunned, after all, more than ten years have passed, and it is impossible to say if the master is still alive......

"The door is not closed. Feng Qingyan gestured.

Uh-

Li Jing's little face couldn't help but turn red, and she hurriedly pushed open the door.

When you enter the gate, there is a small garden with flowers and plants planted on both sides, and the flowers and plants are well trimmed, so they should be always cared for.

In the lobby behind the garden, there is a table of people.

When they saw Li Jing walking in, they looked at it with a staggering gaze, and they were all a little surprised by Li Jing's appearance by the not very bright light.

That temperament, that figure, that face......

It's just a wide-eyed staring, a pair of eyes staring, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, eager to pounce immediately.

"Hey, what a beautiful woman. Someone exclaimed.

"Beauty, come to dinner, I happen to have a place here, come and sit here with my brother. A middle-aged man said with a smile, signaling to the empty spot next to him, and the others couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

The hall is quaint, about four meters wide and six meters deep, and there is a table of eight immortals in the center.

The so-called Eight Immortals Table refers to a square table with equal length on all four sides of the table and a wide tabletop. And two people can sit on each side, and eight people sit around on all sides, just like the eight immortals across the sea, so the folk are called the eight immortal table.

"I also have a place here, so beautiful women can come and sit with me. Someone said with a smile.

There were five of them, two middle-aged and three young.

"Alas, the beauty is so cold, she actually ignores people. Everyone looked at Li Jing and ignored them, and a young man mocked, "However, it is true that there is capital to ignore people......

"Beauty, are you here for dinner?" someone asked.

"If you come here and don't eat, is it to go to relatives?" The middle-aged man shook his head and said to Li Jing: "However, I'm sorry, there is only one table a day here, and we have already taken care of it." ”

When Li Jing heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Then, I suddenly realized that I had ignored this. Nowadays, there are many well-known private chefs, all of whom go out one table at a time, and only open a few tables a day......

That master only opens one table a day, which is entirely possible.

Isn't that ...... this time?

"However, for the sake of the beauty, you can sit with us. The middle-aged man said, "You know, we have been wrapping it for ten days at once, and if you want to eat it, you will have to wait at least a month." ”

At this time, they completely ignored the Feng Qingyan in the back.

The current Feng Qingyan is really ordinary, walking with Li Jing in white clothes, just like the inconspicuous green leaves, directly ignored.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know that the master only opened one table a day, and he was booked in advance. Li Jing blamed herself very much and said that when she followed her uncle, she didn't have to do everything, so naturally she didn't know that there were many rules.

"It's fine. ”

Feng Qingyan said lightly, there is nothing to blame, "Let's just change it." ”

"Hey, people, where did you die?" At this time, a young man shouted loudly, looking like I was just here to make trouble, "Fool, hurry up and call your master out, your cooking skills are not good, don't smash your master's brand." ”

"That old fellow, who seems to be over ninety years old, can he still afford an iron pot?"

A middle-aged man said with a frown, he vaguely knew that the fool's master didn't seem to be simple, and he used to be a particularly good cook......

However, since someone asked them to make a fuss, why do they care so much?

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